Monday, May 28, 2007
1:44 PM |
Reports From the Lazy Zone
You must know that I am manic-depressive, of the non-threatening kind. I am amazingly creative and bubbling with ideas for long stretches of time -- but when every ounce of that has been spent, I spiral to silence and slovenly ways, often lasting for days or weeks, and are often very dark. Starting with my arrival from India, I've found myself in a minor depressive phase -- "minor" because I'm not depressed at all, only lazy. Then again, after the work and travel I've done in the past month, I think I can allow myself this respite from workaholism. And so I've allowed myself to put everything on hold. The apartment has gone to seed as well (it's a pigsty of neglect), and I've opted instead to watch trashy television, to read my newly-bought books (you have no idea how many I bought in India), or watching movies. Yesterday morning, while Mark slept, I rediscovered Woody Allen's Husbands and Wives
, which I had sniffed as being too blah the first time it came out. It's a minor companion to his more searing dramas like Interiors
or Match Point
or Crimes and Misdemeanors
, but I like it because it allows itself to be funny even when it punctures all our notions of what makes a working relationship. All I needed to appreciate the film was a little maturity pala
, and I did watch it more attuned to the pains and qualms of its story of two couples going through the minefield of marriage and relationship.
Don't worry, Ma'am Ce. My response to Florin's article for Silliman Journal
is a short story I'm titling "Consecration." I'm done with the first part na
Of course I know this slothful idyll has got to end soon. In fact it will end tonight, because I plan to wield the broom and the mop in a while, and proceed to wipe away every grime from my pad. (I always clean at night, don't ask me why.) And then it's a return to work. And I'll be truly happy.
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